The past two weekends, Nick and I have taken Maggie out hiking in the Jefferson National Forest.
Two weeks ago, we headed down one section of the logging road to explore and let Maggie get her crazy energy out of her system. This past Saturday, we headed to the same area with some friends and their dog, but we went a different direction on the road.
After spending 3 hours hiking in the woods each weekend with no other people around, this has been stuck in my head:
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Had worn them really about the same,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
And that has made all the difference.
– Robert Frost
Although, I’m sure my version is a bit different.
When I was in high school, we actually sang this poem so that’s the only way I hear it in my head now.
See, I was in chorus from 6th grade through my first year of college, and it’s the biggest thing I miss about those years. Singing in that group was a huge part of my life. We were invited to sing at the Homestead, we participated in competitions every year, and we had fun doing it.
It was our Glee club without all the dancing…most of the time.
While my high school wasn’t huge, there were definitely cliques. I knew where the “cool kids” hung out in the hall between classes and I knew I felt uncomfortable walking past them, even though I was friends with a few of them.
I think what I loved most about my chorus group was that those cliques didn’t matter.
The smaller group I was in only had 16 singers, so we were all pretty good friends. We had to be. A group that size had to trust each other.
We each had different backgrounds, took different classes, lived in different neighborhoods, and hung out with other people outside of chorus.
But none of that mattered.
We laughed all the time – probably a little too much, if you ask our teacher.
We goofed off when we weren’t singing in class or after school rehearsals.
We traveled together for competitions, Spring Break trips, and concerts away from the school.
If there’s one thing I miss about high school, it’s this. I miss being part of a group with a common goal.
I miss the feeling I would get walking into that classroom every other day. The feeling of new sheet music in my hands. How proud we were when we finally perfected a tough piece or learned a song in a new language.
Sure, I still sing to the radio, but it’s not the same. Hearing your group get through a hard song and just knowing that you did it…it’s hard to explain.
In that group, I never felt out of place or that I didn’t belong. That was our group. I’d been singing with the same people since middle school and leaving that behind was tough.
I still keep in touch with a few people from the group. It’s hard now that everyone has families or has moved away, but I’m always happy to see what is happening in their lives. They may never know how much they meant to me, but I know. And I don’t know if I would have made it through high school without them.
What were you involved with in school? Do you miss your high school years?